Dead Fiction

A Love Poem to All the Boys I Have Had Feelings for

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”

“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”

You are not born with inner strength You have to fight for it Even if it is yourself You have to battle

“Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?”

“Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

HAIMON: Do not believe that you alone can be right. The man who thinks that, The man who maintains that only he has the power To reason correctly, the gift to speak, to soul— A man like that, when you know him, turns out empty.

ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.

It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren’t good or bad, they’re just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.

Don’t hold on to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.